If I could talk to you right now, I’d tell you I never wanted to leave but I had to. Not because I stopped loving you, but because loving you was starting to hurt more than it healed. I hope one day you’ll understand that.

I still look back sometimes. Not with pain, but with a kind of quiet nostalgia. You were a beautiful part of my life. And even though we didn’t last, I’m starting to believe it all happened the way it was meant to. Maybe God needed me to break a little to become who I am now someone learning to love herself more than ever before.

But still… some nights, I miss us. Gently.